the lonesome day

 
red ache inside the rain
I felt the dread of the day
it cries tears of destiny
 
I would be lonely
 
innocence pale and shiver
to be this old and still naive
the cold never so welcoming  
 
pain an eternal friend wept
forlorn child of fate  
pressed in the diaries of not
 
my heart
 
dry flowers from my last love--
crumble in a book of hope  
it's pages well kept
my fingers trace the last photo of us
 
happy
 
I sat alone in the garden
I cared not for the day
red ache alone without my company
 
the rain continued to fall  
lost in my book of memories
 
forgotten